“Holy shit! I didn't think it was loaded!” “Well, that big fucking hole in the wall says otherwise, doesn't it? God dammit, you know I hate patching drywall.” Her husband stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door to the garage behind him. Shit, she thinks to herself, months of planning that “accident” down …
“Where the hell is my god-damn pillow?” The husband questioned. “How should I know, it's your pillow.” The wife answered. “Exactly.” “What?” “Precisely.” “You know I hate it when you do that.” The wife sneered. “It's my pillow, so why would someone move it from where I left it this morning?” “I don't know. I …
I have a short fiction piece up over at Spillwords. If you are so inclined, please take a moment to stop by and give it a read. Of Prophets and Rivers
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, …
I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I recommend taking some time to stop by her blog. Her writing is passionate and raw, tells of a longing and need that I think a lot of us can relate …
I would give everything to you if I thought it would make any difference. You can have it all, I've held on to it long enough. But what would you do with it? Would you piss it away, day after day in self pity through self loathing? Would you continue to walk around with that …
And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real. Finally we struggle to give it away but the most painful of realizations is the moment when we understand this is ours to keep. I will open your eyes to …
